I bought a bag of tiny fingerling potatoes today because they were so, well, cute. Then I painted them before chopping them up and smashing them for dinner. Does anyone remember standing in a circle in the schoolyard, everyone holding out a fist, and the leader tapping each person's fist in turn while counting One potato-two potato-three potato four, five potato six potato seven potato more. You-are-well-and-tru-ly- IT! And whoever's fist/potato was landed on was IT. This was a deadly earnest ritual, never subject to questioning or arguments. I always think of the potato chant when I see a bunch of little potatoes.